I’d been chasing Neko Case for years—literally—in order to interview her for Decibel magazine’s closet metalheads column. Finally, on Freddie Mercury’s birthday, we had a chance to speak. The column itself is not online; you have to get a copy of Issue #136 (February 2016) to read it. But the remnants of our conversation can be found on the blog. Check it out. Horns way the hell up.
In the realm of extremely extreme actresses, there is Juliette Lewis and there is everyone else. (Sorry, Vin Diesel, but you’ll get your props soon, girl.) How many other Hollywood types could have had audiences cheering for homicidal sociopath Mallory Knox in the Oliver Stone mindfuck Natural Born Killers? Not Vin Diesel, that’s for sure. Whether laughing at her own burps as the mentally retarded Carla Tate in The Other Sister or sucking on Robert DeNiro’s thumb in Cape Fear (my sphincter just flinched while typing that, no joke), Juliette Lewis goes for broke and comes out a winner flashing a shit-eating grin that could fertilize the American heartland. She’s hella extremely extreme. And loony. And that’s why she’s a natural born ’banger.
Sometime around the early to mid-2000s, Lewis put her critically acclaimed acting career on the back burner to jump face-first into that most potentially disastrous creative venture: rock singer. “Oh,” you may be thinking, “yet another one of those actors-dabbling-in-music like Bruce Willis or Scarlet Johansson.” Bish please! Those twinkies best step aside before they hurt theyselves.
Lewis’ first band, Juliette and the Licks (with Todd Morse of H2O and, initially, Patty Schemel of Hole), won over hordes of fans with sweaty, visceral live performances. The Licks disbanded after an EP and two albums (…Like a Bolt of Lightning, You’re Speaking My Language, and Four on the Floor), but Lewis has only just begun to make noise. Her next album, Terra Incognita, is being released under her own name and was produced by the Mars Volta’s Omar Rodriguez-Lopez.
The Deciblog got Juliette on the horn to talk about her decision to become a solo artist, her new album, and her favorite heavy metal songs. She admitted she’s not the most knowledgeable of metalheads, but like everything else she does, she killed it. Continue reading
Jim Rose is in bed. And he’s in pain. The professional sideshow ringleader injured his neck big-time at a recent performance of his infamous Jim Rose Circus where he took one too many shots to the head with a metal chair courtesy of former WWE wrestler Kizarny (a.k.a. SiNn BoDhi—yes, it’s spelled that way). Joining the troupe was another former wrestler, Jake “The Snake” Roberts, but the tour has been cut short due to Rose’s injury. We called Rose to find out how he’s fairing, because we’re nice like that. He educated us on what happens when you eat too many light bulbs, how the circus used to advertise with ass-whoopings, and how his work is God’s work. All that, plus a clip of batshit nutty highlights from the recent tour after the jump. Continue reading